 But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. i Bat beneath the elm-tree ; I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I...  Dwight's American Magazine - Page 640edited by - 1847Full view - About this book
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...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening...But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I... | |
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...brook flow — tho noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, n« chirp of any hird, But the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long long shade, And, as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | New York (N.Y.) - 1840 - 818 pages
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird—- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not... | |
 | Blackwood's Lady's Magazine VOL.X 1841 - 1841 - 500 pages
...it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone ; The little stars sat one by one, Each... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 300 pages
...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing,... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1844 - 306 pages
...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one,... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - English poetry - 1846 - 300 pages
...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel... | |
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